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Kendi Sesimden A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall şiirini dinlemek için bilgisayarın sesini açabilirsiniz.

“Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son
Oh where have you been my darling young one
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear my blue eyed son
And what did you hear my darling young one
I heard the sound of a thunder as it roared out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
I heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening
I heard one person starve I heard many people laughing
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And who did you meet my blue eyed son
And who did you meet my darling young one
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh what’ll you do now my blue eyed son
Oh what’ll you do now my darling young one
I’m going back out before the rain starts a-falling
Where I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly where souls are forgotten
Where black is the colour and none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
And it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall”

A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, Bob Dylan

     
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